DAY 7
In the present time & age all of us are desperate to attain some level of peace. As Robert Fulghum said “Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.”
Time for some reality check! Feeling guilty somewhere inside? Should be; still it won’t be too late if we start afresh right here right now. We have been only wishing for Peace, something which is a big NOT TO DO point. Our actions don’t even remotely reflect that we want to establish peace. “Peace is something you are”; so actually all this chaos around us is a reflection of our inner self. Isn’t it beautiful?
After all we are the species created to rule the universe; we have walked the moon & our ambitions know no boundaries. So what if we have destroyed the basic essence which qualified us for this ruling position in the process of attaining this superiority. When the hell are we going to wake up from our stupor? Even the law of the jungle teaches its inhabitants to live in harmony with one’s own kind, so that they can survive.
Aren’t the humans (I love using the term Homo Sapiens due to my long lost love for the subject) part of the same kind & hence, according to the theory of the matter supposed to live in peace to survive?
Oh well, but then political theory makes lot of sense & the phenomena designed in the books makes lot of sense; however, practical globalization politics makes little sense to anyone with even a minute quantity of something called sanity. So why look up to those who don’t make sense to us. But then we can’t completely reject the most important institution which affects each & every aspect of an individual’s life.
So it seems that the thought we have been trying to hide from has suddenly slapped us in our faces. It’s the individual who first needs to make peace within him/her before expecting that it be given back. Now how do you do that?
Well what my grey cells tell me is that the thought of getting things straightened up from top to bottom should be thrown out of the window, & let us start working the other way around.
We aren’t short of examples around us who have showed us how it’s done, we just need to dig deeper. Let’s start making peace before the term humanity is replaced by animality in the dictionary.
-Fatima Arif
When he was born we rejoiced with unabated joy
We all questioned him, son do you feel supreme?
To be born true heir, to an empire so regal
But forgot to question ourselves, would he want to paint his own dreams?
When he was six, we grieved at his irreparable loss
We all wondered together, son don’t you feel hatred?
To not be able to seek blood for blood
But forgot to wonder ourselves, who will read him his stories in bed?
When he was twelve, we revered his brief appearances
We all asked him, son can you get all of these men to gather?
To find a way, to get our own seat of power
But forgot to ask ourselves, he might be missing playing basketball with his father?
When he was seventeen, we burdened him with our needs
We told him, son will you step up now and claim our lost glory?
To rightfully take revenge after all these years
But forgot to tell ourselves, he has the right to choose the chapters of his life's story.
When he will be twenty two, we will pressurize him with our impatience
Remind him, Son will you come and rejuvenate our dying spirit?
To keep all of our morals united in this cynical world.
But forget to remind ourselves, what good can a captain be without his ship?
Shouldn’t before that a time come
When we turn a year older, and he will soothe all our hearts with his smile
Vowing to us, that we have as a society, upheld his rights of justice and peace
To not doubt that this peace is a sustainable endeavor
But not forgetting to vow himself, never again, will he let another childhood be lost to injustice.
We all questioned him, son do you feel supreme?
To be born true heir, to an empire so regal
But forgot to question ourselves, would he want to paint his own dreams?
When he was six, we grieved at his irreparable loss
We all wondered together, son don’t you feel hatred?
To not be able to seek blood for blood
But forgot to wonder ourselves, who will read him his stories in bed?
When he was twelve, we revered his brief appearances
We all asked him, son can you get all of these men to gather?
To find a way, to get our own seat of power
But forgot to ask ourselves, he might be missing playing basketball with his father?
When he was seventeen, we burdened him with our needs
We told him, son will you step up now and claim our lost glory?
To rightfully take revenge after all these years
But forgot to tell ourselves, he has the right to choose the chapters of his life's story.
When he will be twenty two, we will pressurize him with our impatience
Remind him, Son will you come and rejuvenate our dying spirit?
To keep all of our morals united in this cynical world.
But forget to remind ourselves, what good can a captain be without his ship?
Shouldn’t before that a time come
When we turn a year older, and he will soothe all our hearts with his smile
Vowing to us, that we have as a society, upheld his rights of justice and peace
To not doubt that this peace is a sustainable endeavor
But not forgetting to vow himself, never again, will he let another childhood be lost to injustice.
In Solidarity
Fatima Bhutto Fan Club Team
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